Running Out Of Time (Album Version (Explicit))

歌詞

Pain (what is it?) Originally penalty physically or mentally sensations you feel when you hurtin' distressed A bit of anguish can bring you closer to your death, 'cause of the lack of success Now, time, ain't on my side 'cause I'm tryin' to find my piece of mind and rhyme But the catch is you got to have the paper to shine, If we don't I'm sorry we might have to do capers do crime Cause my mom is sic doc, I'm gridlocked, epilepsy and lupus Alfred Hitchcock Couldn't write the suspense and shit on this block Fist-cocked when I'm walking my lips locked IRS and the child division they wanna shut a nigga down to the ground Gotta make this shit pop Times running out (running out) time keeps on tickin' (we got to keep it movin') Times running out (running out) time keeps on slippin' (we got to keep it movin') Times running out (running out) time keeps on tickin' (we got to keep it movin') Times running out (running out) time keeps on slippin' (we got to keep it movin') Never like I cheated for the chedder whatever we gotta do to make it better 'cause I'm (running out) Mama gotta get a better livin' I got the power to bust (we got to do it movin') Tryin' to get a milli and really got been silly the pill in me killin' me the devil is (comin' out) Lookin' for love an the demon never lookin' for love (I guess I'm trully ruined) No matter what I ever do, Nina always gotta deliver, Never comin' out on top as the winner, might have to take it back to November '71 When I was the heavenly son, now we run with killas who carry the guns, marry the bum now I gotta marry the one, sick of carrying the (?????) The root of the problem, is the root of all evil The ones that hiss at the enemy, and the ones that ruined my people After all this time, after all this rhyme Still, comin' to see me the fans takin' in all this N9ne And thats positive 'cause everything is negative I need a sedative You get her preg-a-nent they levy shit takin' more money than you'll ever get I'm ready as ready get For the capital out for your stack I'll attack for your fetti bitch But that's petty shit And if I grind I wonder how much time they gon' make me sit Times running out (running out) time keeps on tickin' (we got to keep it movin') Times running out (running out) time keeps on slippin' (we got to keep it movin') Times running out (running out) time keeps on tickin' (we got to keep it movin') Times running out (running out) time keeps on slippin' (we got to keep it movin') It's like its a trap, rap, when you spend your scratch And you get with a partner on the coast and somehow you never get it back And you can't go get him with a gat, 'cause if you do that The state will separate you from your brats, chillin' with the killas and rats I'm in a race for time, they wanna replace my mind, skinheads, cops, gangbangers and it's all in the devils design Just to get me, gotta get the money quickly Before my mother is a wonderful history If I can't make it before that I will never ever forgive me Racin' for happiness for that sunshine euphoria But its melancholy and its dim-foggy and dark like Vangoria But I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces that are broken beast is my species So I hope my mother's alive and me too when this album releases But the time is tickin' and my kids are growin' up I aint blowin' up I guess the bass in my music aint hittin' low enough Fuck that shit nigga 'cause my tone is tough, shit that I'm doing's rough Meetings with Atlantic Jive and TVT can't come soon enough Times running out (running out) time keeps on tickin' (we got to keep it movin') Times running out (running out) time keeps on slippin' (we got to keep it movin') Times running out (running out) time keeps on tickin' (we got to keep it movin') Times running out (running out) time keeps on slippin' (we got to keep it movin') We do too much will we make it? We make money and they take it Time time time time (runnin' out) For me an you what is we gonna do?